I’m mourning Yemen and its sky full of drones. Nigeria and its fields full of bones.

I’m mourning Iraq destroyed by the American Snipers.

I’m mourning the Central African Republic, the genocide of their Muslims.

I’m mourning Syria ravaged by destruction, her people are gone and we didn’t even notice.

I’m mourning Pakistan. The laughter that once filled its streets replaced with grief.

I’m mourning my Ummah.

Desolated by imperialism.

Displaced by war.

Devastated by hate.

Destroyed by the racism.

I’m mourning my Ummah and her smiles.

I’m mourning

Deah

And Yusor

And Mohammed.

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Reposted with permission of the author. Originally posted at Femme Genius. Read more by Arnesa B on our site, here.

Arnesa B. is a writer, social worker, and grad student from Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina. Currently residing in the Midwest and on a sabbatical from the financial industry, she spends most of her days trying to change the world. You can catch her tweets about feminism, religion, and the Bosnian culture on Twitter @Rrrnessa.